![]() Crowds lined the route and, when permitted, thronged the Mall. This was the sort of weather that makes even loyal citizens dream of emigration.Īnd yet, instead, they came. The day wasn’t as cold as June 2, 1953, when Queen Elizabeth II was crowned, but it was equally gray such are the joys of historical continuity. The sky was the color of the water that is left in the sink after you’ve scrubbed the dishes. The rain fell before, during, and after the ceremony. The coronation parade, to and from Westminster Abbey, was quite a spectacle, and, as hoped, it went like clockwork. ![]() Even the unearthly powers of Streisand could not redeem the eternal glumness of the British climate. (“If I played my cards right, I could have wound up being the first Jewish princess,” Streisand said, when he came to one of her shows.) Asked to put together a playlist of music he admires, a couple of years ago, Charles picked Streisand’s rendition of “Don’t Rain on My Parade.” Did that forthright plea of hers run through the royal mind, on May 6th, when Charles awoke, on the morning of his coronation, drew the curtains, and looked up at the sky? ![]() He accepted, and the two of them have remained on amicable terms ever since. In San Diego, in 1974, Barbra Streisand offered Prince Charles, as he then was, a sip of her tea.
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